The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1887-08-12

IN regard 70 the youth and the children Of c1e
country, because old villains are seld I'M re-
formed, and therefore talk more ab,lut the
little ones. They sleep under the stoops in the
burned-out safe, in the wagons in the streets,
on the barges, wherever they can get board
20 cover them And in the summer theT sleep
all night long in the parks. Their restitution
is well set forth by an incident 4 city
missionary asked one of them: where
Is your homer Said he: Il don't hive no
home, sir We'll, where are .your father
and miotherf They are dead, sir. Did
you ever hear Of Jesus ChristF' mo, [ don't
think ever heard of HIM ''Did you ever
hear Of GodF' "Yes, I've heard OF God.
Some OF the poor people think it kind OF lncky
at night to say something over about that be-
fore they 90 TO sleep. Yes, sir, I've heard Of
Him. Think Of a conversation like that in
a Christian city.
How many are waiting for you TO come GU.
In the spirit of the Loni Jesus Christ and
rescue them from the wTetchedness herel On,
that the Church of God had arms long
enough and hearts warm enough TO take them
up! How many OF them there arel As was
thinking Of the subject this morning, u
seemed 20 me as though there was great
brink. and that these little ones with
cnt and torn feet were coming on
toward It. Ard here is a group OF
orphans o fathers and mothers, what do
sou think of these fatherleSs and mother-ess
little onesi No hand at home TO take care OF
their apparel, 10 heart 10 pity them. said one
little one, when the mother died: Who VIII
take care Of my clothes uOwF The little ones
are thrown out in this great cold world Ihey
are shivering on tho brink like lambs ON inc
verge of a precipice. Does not your blood run
cold as they go over IL.
And here IS another group that come on 10.
ward the precipice. They are the children 81
nesotted parents. They are worse of than
orphans. Look at that pale cheek; WOE
bleached it. Look at that cash across tho
forehead: the father struck it Hear that
heart piercing cry; "A drunken mothers
blasphemy. compelled IT, And We
suffering, peeled and bIistered ones,
we come to help you TOO later cry thou
sands Of voices '.The path we travel i
steep down, and we can't stop. Too later
And we catch our breath and we make ter
rife outcry. 100 later is echoed from the
garret 10 cellar, from the gin-shop and from
brothel ''Too later 1t IS too late and they
go over.
Here is another group, an army OF
neglected children. They come on toward
the brink, and every time they step ten
thousand hearts break. The ground Is red
with the blood Of their feet. The air is heavy
with their groaEs. Their ranks are being
filed up from all the houses OF iniuuity and
shame. skeleton Despair pushes them on to-
ward the brink. The death-knell has already
God hover like birds over the plunge
OF cataract. While these chill
dren are on the brink they halt, and throw
out their hands, and cry: "HeIpi helpl' O
Church Of God, will you help, Men and
women bought by the blooi Of the Son Of
God, will you helpi while Christ cries from
the heavens: Save them from going down;
an the ransom
stopped on the street and just looked at
the face Of one Of those little ones. Have you
ever examined the faces of the neglected chill
dren Of the pOori Other children have glad
ness in their faces. When a group Of them
rush across the road, it seems as though
spring gus. had unlooseI ed an orchard Of
apple blossoms But ties children of the
poor. There is but little ring in their laughter,
and il stops quick, as though sJne bitter
memory tripped it. They have an old walk.
They do not skip or run up on the lumber
Just for the pleasure of leaping down. They
never hathed in the mountain stream. They
never waded in the brook for pebbles. They
never chased the butterfly across the lawn,
putting their hat right down where it was
lust before. Childhood has been dashed out of
them. Want waved its wizard wand above the
manager of their birth, and withered leaves
are lying where God intended budding giant
OF battle. Once in a while one of these chill
dren gets out Here is one, for instance. At
ten years Of age he is sent out by his parents,
who say to him: "Hcre is a basket-now
20 OF and beg aid steal The boy
says: II can't steal They kick
him into a corner That night he puts his
swollen head into the straw; but a voice
comes from heaven, saying: Courage, poor
boy. COURAGE" Covering up his head from
the beastiality, and stopping his ears from
the cursing. he gots on, better and better.
He washes his face clean at the public by
iraut With few pennies got at running
arrands, he gets a better coat Rough
men. knowing that he comes from a low
street, say; Back with you, you little
villain, to the pace where you came from
But that night the boy says: "God help me,
can't 90 back and quicker than ever
mother flew at the cry of a child's pain, the
Lord responds from the heayens; Courage,
Door boy, courngeT His bright face gets
him position. After while he is second
clerk. Years pass on and he is first clerk.
Years pass on. The glory of young manhood
S on him He comes into the firm He goes
IN from one business Success To another. He
mas achieved great fortune He is the friend
IF the church OF God. the friend Of all good
the Board Of Trade, or to the Chamber OF
Commerce. People say: DO you know who
that Isl Why, that is a merchant prince,
and he was born on Elm street. But
God says in regard TO him something
better than that: These arc they which
came out of great tribulation, and
had their robes washed and made white in the
blood of the Lamb o, for some one 10
write the history of boy heroes and girl hero
ines who have triumphed over want andstarv
alton, and filth and rags. Yea, the record
has already been made-made by the hand Of
God: and when these shall come at last with
songs and rejoicing, it will take a very broad
banner TO hold the names Of all the battle
feds on which they got the victory.
Some years agr a roughly-clad ragged boy
anne .irtc my brothers office in New York,
nd s1lai Mr.. Talmage, lend me five dol
ars.n Ny brother said, s'Who are your
The boy replied: 81 am nobody. Lend me
ivedollars.n ''What do you want to do with
i've dollarsTn "Well,n the boy replied, my
mother IS sick and poor, and | want to 20 into
he newspaper business, and shall get home
or her, and / viii pay you back My brother
ave him the five dollars, of course, never ex-
'ou pay itf' The boy said: Il will pay 1t in
TX months, sir Time went by, and one day
/ lad came into my brothers office, and said:
There's your five dollars" What do YOU
meant What five dollarsm inquired my
rOtheT. Don't YOU remember that boy
anne in here SIX months ago and wanted to Dor
ow five dollars TO 60 into the newspaper
" 4
adj yes he replied, II have got along
iicely. have got a nice home for my mother !
she is sick vet, and am as well clothed as
-ou are, and there's your five dollars q, was |
le not north savingi Why that lad is worth |
fifty such bows as have sometimes seenmov-
ne in elegant circles, never put 10 any use |
or God or man. Worth savingl go farther
han that, and tell you they are not /
My worth saving, but they are being saved. |
inc Of these lads picked up from our streets, |
nd sent West by benevolent society, wrote |
last, saying: II am getting along first rate. |
am on probation in the Methodist Church. !
shall be entered as a member the first of |
ext month. / now teach a Sunday school /
lass Of eleven boys. / get along first rate 4
Nth II. This is asplendid country TO make
living in. If the boys running around the
treet with a backing box on their
boulder, or 4 bundle of papers under their
rms, only knew what high old times we boys
ave out here, they wouldn't hesitate about
oming West, but come the first chance they
ct. So some by one humane and Chris
ian visitation, and some by another, are be
AZ rescued In one reform school through
Fhich two thousand OF the little ones passed,
nc thousand nine hundred and ninety
We turned out well. In other
lords. only five Of the two thousand
armed out badiy. There are thousands
them who, through Christian societies.
ave been transplanted TO beautiful homes all
yer this land, and there are many who,
trough the rich grace of our Lord Jesus
hrist. have already won the crown. a little
ri was found in the streets of Baltimore and
ken into one Of the reform societies, and